Bitter Fruit (38)
Only ripping off outsiders? How considerate.
Though Fu Qian didn't think Dorian had chosen this out of any attachment to his homeland.
"Can't locals be turned into puppets that way?"
The containment conditions had specifically mentioned the status of being a native, after all.
They clearly meant something different to Akons than outsiders did.
So, in Fu Qian's view, this difference in treatment was more likely due to objective limitations.
"Yes... Based on my observations, I can imitate them and make puppets directly. The puppets even develop some connection to their original selves. But the dream has no effect on the people themselves. It's just an ordinary dream."
Sure enough, Dorian confirmed this immediately, and even sounded as though he had tried it before.
"Got it. Then what about that thing?"
Without making any moral judgment, Fu Qian nodded toward the window.
It was broad daylight outside now, but he was sure this transcendent from Akons understood what he meant.
"It... I'm actually not sure whether it really exists."
Dorian didn't disappoint. Not only did he understand, he replied quickly after a moment's thought.
Unfortunately, compared with ordinary people, this higher-level observer's answer was much more vague.
"Thanks to the dreams, I can sense more than other people. But that's precisely why I can confirm that some people didn't disappear because they were attacked. They simply vanished."
"As for the screams and such, I'm sure you can see for yourself that hardly anyone here is mentally sound anymore."
Dorian looked at Fu Qian and made no effort to soften his pessimistic view of Cold Mountain's situation.
"That's true."
Recalling everything he had experienced along the way, Fu Qian wholeheartedly agreed.
"For a group of people like this, strange behavior isn't surprising."
Dorian gave a cold laugh, then